My Sweet Revenge

My Sweet Revenge

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You promised me a lot

But you kept none

I promised you nothing

Yet i give you my all

One day tired from your failures
You will fall

Very hard on the rocks

Washed ashore on grainy sands
Amidst the black tempest,

If i walk by then

I will lend you my hand

Save you, smile at you

Then away very far, far away
Disapparate into the dimensions where time sans

Let go

Let go

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Its time for you to return home

Nobody there for you

Your turn on the road to walk alone

No more waiting for you

You will be here i know

My trails you follow

And more i wanna run, i do

To lead a life wheres no you

Move on as i let you go

My India!

My India!

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Rainbow drapes the mounts in north

While the deep blue ocean roost in south

Bounded by sandy desert on westward

Theres a bay once you traverse to eastward

Where a song is hummed in languages more than all birds know

Where the peacocks all dance to the rainy tune

Where stars are not celestial but from the celluloids

Where dreams are big and bold in those childish eyes

Where the “zero” of all things began

Where many epic wars were fought

Great minds and braves were born and brought

Is that land now free for all......?

For safe haven of women, theres a fear stalled

For entrapped minds in superstitions false

Education not yet affordable to all

Walls of faith still used for dividing all

From people in reign not doing their job  

Blame it on us for not being the change...
But watching ourselves of our freedoms robbed!

The Dandelion

The Dandelion

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Not nice not real

Too fancy is the dandelion

One blow, and it all flows

Into the unknown oblivions

White and feathery

Oh so dreamy

Like the insomnic eyes

Fragile so easily unbinds

From the superficial ties

When does this all end

Untill everyone has despised?

Sinistral Trail

Sinistral Trail

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Chasing the wrong words

Walking away from good

Into the dark woods

Bored of everything “right” 

All that is said, read or to write

The sinister side of white moon

Behold it exists so far unknown

Benthic mists and shadowy depths

Mystic magic, curses and spells

Entwined dark curled vines

Cloudy haze in the heart that pines

Ravenous soul turned to stone

Bereft of humanity very cold